Founder of the Blog, QGF's, Response to Xmas Rant

boy your christmas post was spectacularly strange. i'm sorry you're so confused about the whole thing. happy holidays is for general greetings when you don't know the persons religion or it's to a large group that includes all sorts. and happy holidays includes and has always included all the winter holidays and new years - it's not something your just invented as subterfuge. You can say merry christmas to people you know celebrate christmas and that's always been appropriate. where did you get these bizzaro ideas? and saying christmas to people you know are jewish is just silly - they don't celebrate and they aren't having a merry christmas - if you want to say you're thinking of them say that - because they don't mean the same thing.

anyway - don't know where all your misdirected righteouness is coming from - no one is trying to steal your christmas. : (

Happy Holiday or Merry Christmas

Was chatting with APA this morning and had a flashback to last year. Sitting at home in Columbus sending friends text messages on Christmas Day saying "Happy Holidays." It was December 25 and I was saying Happy Holiday. Last year, it seemed perfectly normal and okay, but I'm not doing it this year. On December 25 I am saying Merry Christmas. Plain and simple.

So the thought is --- how did it come to this? Liberal D-bags. Political correctness.

Let it stop.

On December 25, I think it is perfectly acceptable to say Merry Christmas to any and everyone. Yes the Christ thing is controversial, but it is a national holiday. We get the day off with pay, so . . . Merry Christmas. Just as I said Happy Hanukkah last Friday and just as I would say Happy Kwanza to someone if I knew someone who celebrated that holiday.

Admittedly, I will not say Merry Christmas to clients. I am rebellious, not stupid. It is just something you shouldn't do, just like you shouldn't say "peace-out" or "bye" to a client, you just don't. However, I will say "Have a Happy Holiday Season". Not have a good holiday --- the scardy-cat's euphemism for Christmas, but Holiday Season. My logic is that I sneak New Year's Day in there – as a subtle rebellion. I don't do it to be politically correct – I do it to be actually correct. Besides that, if I am emailing clients ON December 25, I'll flail myself off of a cliff. So on December 25, expect to get a text (or BBM) from me that says Merry Christmas (except Joe and Stephanie --- it will say Happy Birthday too!!!!). Even to my Jewish friends. To my Jewish friends, it is not to be disrespectful; it is just to let you know that I am remembering you on a day that I traditionally remember friends and family. And why am I remembering my friends and family? Well, because it is Christmas ---not Labor Day or any other holiday.

And to all your religion haters --- let us Christians have our day. You get your 364 days a year. Wait…. I'm sorry, let us have Easter too --- 363!

Partying is Snow Much Fun

No, I'm not talking about skiing down a mountain of ya-yo partying on Jersey Shore. Focus. I am referring to the second consecutive weekend thinking I would freeze to death outside trying to return to my home in Manhattan from a party outside of Manhattan. As you all know --- the following shit only happens to me.

Last Saturday. New Brunswick. Oh, say, one hour away by train. Ventured out there on perhaps THE coldest day of the year, the coldest day in the past two years, the coldest day EVER.

On the way back, my friend Maria dropped Jinjue and I off at the Edison train station. Train scheduled to arrive 10 minutes after my arrival. 10 coldest minutes ever. Get my point? Good. It was freaking cold. At last, light. Bright Amtrak lights. Hooray. Wait, what? Why did the train stop? More waiting. Wait, what? Why is the train riding by on the middle track? Is that our train? Can't be. But this is the time it is schedule to arrive. No….. Nah…. Utter confusion at the station. People gather, people talk . . . that . . . was… the… train. We were supposed to board at the far end of the track. WTF?!?!?

Who knew that? Like two people. Two people who pulled off in the warm. Two people who didn't call everyone else down. Two people who can get the middle finger. Two people plus the train conductor can get the finger. Plus a customer service rep who will get an ear full from me, the Black Larry David, as soon as I get around to it. When is the next train? One hour. Where is the cab stand? And two New Yorkers yelling – Wait you want how much?!?!? But the cab is warm. Vamos!

Last night. Queens. Blizzard. Running into the wind, literally, with no gloves and a bottle of wine. Arrive. Melting. Host ---let me get you a towel. Party. Chat. The usual. Time to leave. 1am. Snow has not let up. Running back. Wait where is the subway? I don't remember coming this far. Though I couldn't really see where I was going. What's that? Cab stuck in the snow. Blocking my path. Catholic guilt. I'll push. I'll push and push and fall down and push and push. And push the cab into a ditch on the other side of the street. Stuck again! I'll push from the front. Headlight in the eye, but at least no kick up from the tires. Push and push and push and fall. Determination, cab is free and I take off running again.

Where is the fucking subway? Call Jinjue, she is awake . . . working, to share the story; she's believe it --- we have this theory that this shit only happens to me. Hang up. More running. Lost like JACK in The Shining. Danny, D-a-n-n-y, I'm going to get you Danny boy. Alas, strangers. Strangers --- where is the subway? Oh, back that way. Two blocks back that way, take a right, two blocks, take a left one block. WHAT?!?!?! Directions were dead on. Subway. Warm. 45 minutes, brick breaker. Home.

Just Getting By

Even my password is barely acceptable.

I should retire from Scrabble

For so many reasons, but today's reason: I cracked 400!!! Finally. Not even sure where the goal came from, it just seemed like something to aspire too, much like being a great corporate shark, dating a model (for only a little while before marrying a nonprofit girl), and owning my dwelling place, and moonwalk. I've still lots of work to do, but today --- I've taken one small step for mankind. No, I've neither walked on the moon or even moonwalked half as well as Usher or MJ, but I did drop verbal BOMBS on Shane.

For the love of letters!